“Most of us are not so strong. What is humor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory and our great tragedy.”
― George R.R. Martin
“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness”
― André Breton
“I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.”
“I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.”
Which one are you?
I am pretty sure I am both – and not just a little bit of both… I feel like all of us can switch brain modes. This book my mom gave me talked about how if you consciously try – you can switch to your right brain mode, which is where you can do all your deep thinking. What interested me is that the lady said you can feel this shift – i tried it over and over again and I think I almost got there a couple of times. You can feel your body loosen, you can feel the pressure thin and maybe, if you’re lucky, you can feel the colours that your mind is projecting.
Being a Right brain person is amazing. It sets you free, you aren’t forced to see the logic in your everyday life, you can go with the flow. On the other hand, the Left brain person finds it compelling to undertake these extra thinking processes. Unconventional is the new conventional! Everywhere I go, people are talking about creativity. What no one is telling you that even though the Right brain is an amazing place in all our minds and we should go there often, the Left brain is keeping us sane. I guess what I am saying is that there are certain times to use the left brain and times to let go and switch to your Right brain mode! Be both – and be the best of both!
Recently more and more events use music & dance as mediums to bring people together.
If you think about it, nor science, nor stories, nor soup kitchens can bring people together like Art.In my introduction I wrote about how I realized the power of words really early on, and it felt like I had been given a superpower.
Music and dance, I’ve realized aren’t just expressions of who we are (like most people seem to excuse them as), they are super-human powers that work on each and everyone of us at a higher level. When musical notes fall on your ears and you consciously stop thinking about anything, you transcend everything ordinary. That’s when you realize that art forms aren’t only one person’s expression – it is the our collective expression of the limitations of our consciousness.
There is no class, no religion, no colour, no caste, no prejudice, no hate – nothing. It is that moment where your brain isn’t thinking, but it is realizing for the first time what it is like to be numb and feel at the sametime. It is that moment where you are beyond your physical body while uniting with it in a peculiar way.
Art possesses a power over human beings that we’ll never be able to comprehend. We’re going to be slaves to our instincts till the end of our existance – and anyone who sees this as an insult hasn’t felt music touch the surface of their skin.
It rained the night that I was born. It poured, it thundered, the sky was merciless and the streets were flowing rivers.
I was born premature, like the early monsoon. There were no incubators in the nursing home, and there was no way to keep me alive without one. No car could be driven on the streets. Some people made rafts, my mother said, but what raft could be given direction in flowing water?
The roof began to leak. The slow monotonous dripping of water was a lullaby to my ears, but it stirred panic within everyone else. The water had found a way in, and if it didn’t stop, it wouldn’t be much time until my bean-sized lungs perished.
My parents prayed for the clouds to get drained. The rain stopped when I was three hours old and spared my life that night. The water that flooded the streets went on to unite with the sea.
The angry raindrops on the night of my birth made a twenty-five year old woman evolve into a mother, a protector.
* * *
I grew up to love water. I would sit on the windowsill of my room and put my ear to the glass to hear the sounds of the roaring water that dragonflies carried on their wings, the sounds that the wind carried despite their body-less element.
I would float in the sea, letting the waves give me direction. I would swim underwater with my eyes open till they stung. I would stare into my red and black eyes, watch them water, and blink to feel the warm tears escape.
Like siblings – we loved and we hated, we hurt and we healed and we came together and we parted.
* * *
I wonder if the water will take back what it spared that night. I wonder if it’ll make me happy that my eyes won’t burn and my body won’t wrinkle.
I wonder if it’ll rain the day I die.
I wonder if I’ll fight when it swallows me.